Canceled Flights

When you’re clean-shaven and have the world in your hand,

I’ll still be here, 5 steps behind.

When your next flight to New York lands,

I’ll have cancelled mine.

Time passes quickly not under your arm

not independent, but passing the days,

I wake up each day and ignore my alarm,

functional when I need someone to stay.

You asked if you could spend a weekend,

and I know my bed is the shelter you need.

You’d hold me and tell me it’s ok if it ends

if today it gives us love and gives us peace.

I told you I couldn’t,

apologized for the pain,

You said you knew it,

and you’re moving away.